Yeah I don’t know — the Colorado shooter looks more drugged than crazy to me. The weirdest part is the video of him giving a presentation because he seems like a dude I might hang out with. And now, he just sucks beyond the telling of it. What happens to someone that makes killing people in a movie theater seem like a rational decision; or, if not rational, something worth doing? My sister and I were talking about the fact that he’s probably been on behavior modifying drugs — as so many kids are now — his whole life. I realize that a lot of people are and that you can’t show causation but I do think these kinds of drugs enhance feelings of paranoia in people already susceptible to that kind of problem. Got into a fight over that opinion this weekend. But I own it.
Better stories from the weekend? Okay, was involved in starting the Tomahawk Chop at Nats stadium Saturday as the Braves won two of the series games. Our crew met these awesome dudes (and cute, but I’m the only one that cared) from Nashville, Knoxville, Atlanta and Dalton, Ga. Braves fans all. And we just decided to be obnoxious for our Bravos. The Nats fans are so funny — because they are new to this winning thing I think they’re taking it a little personally. Welcome to the show Nats fans. Relax.
Also, a friend of mine told me a hilarious story about pitching in a travel ball tournament against Brian McCann in High School. Apparently my friend — and I believe him because he plays on my softball team so I know what he can do — was a stellar pitcher and was at a tournament in Florida and some of his teammates had played on other teams with McCann and they knew who he was. He was on another team and they asked my friend if he had ever heard of the kid and my friend was like, um, no…And his teammates said, “Well, you can’t throw it past him.” And my friend, being who he is — which is awesome! — said, “Heh, whatever, I got this kid.” Then my friend said: “I pitched the tournament of my life. Complete no hitter for the whole tournament, except for two hits. Guess who got the two hits. I mean, I threw the ball 3 feet off the plate and he was like, ‘pop!'” Awesome.
I finally got to go to Founding Farmers and I had shrimp n grits. And, while the place was delicious and was a pretty nice stab at Southern food, it was not soul food as someone tried to suggest it was. Because look, soul food is not fancy. It’s literally some pork fat back thrown in a pot of green beans and a pound of cream and cheese in mac n cheese. It’s horrible and wonderful. And there’s nothing fussy or gourmet about it. Just sayin’.
Let’s see, what else…oh, want.
And this is my new favorite beer. I found it at the Beer, Bourbon and BBQ festival. It’s delicious. You can find it around.
In the event you start feeling sorry for the Colorado dude, here. F*ck that guy. And here’s why: because other people in this world do stuff like this.
I like your style Romney. Go get em buddy.
Heh. Excellent. “I whispered the second ‘so many good times.'”
I took this from my friend Charlie’s roof down on U. Street Saturday night. City livin’.
And this from the Red Loft at Nats Stadium. Just short of right behind home plate, this is my favorite place to watch the game. It’s like 50 yard line stuff. And there’s a bar. It’s like having the ball game in the bar with you. Also, hot dudes from Tennessee. Just sayin.
Seriously, I love this movie. So good.
Someone was listening to Martin Sexton on Spotify and it reminded me of his best song. I need to find the interview I did with him. Just for fits and giggles…